you know you’re in Maryland when…

•September 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment

…you see crabs everywhere you look.




•August 30, 2015 • 2 Comments

I’ve sat around crab feasts where it’s considered rude to not eat whichever (lame) crab you first pull off the pile. If you grab it, you gotta eat it, whitey or not. Usually kids at those tables are scolded for trying to pick the best one.

And I’ve sat around crab feasts where it’s just fine to pick one up, feel its weight, drop it and check out a few more, where it’s perfectly fine to be very selective, even if you have to pick up every crab in the pile to be sure.

My house rules? The latter. We don’t need no stinkin’ rules for eating crabs. Knock yourself out.



•August 19, 2015 • 2 Comments

For #WorldPhotographyDay, this one’s for you, Kablers! XO



•August 14, 2015 • 3 Comments

August Friday night supper on the porch in Bozman, thanks to Tom & Anita!

Loving a big crab/lobster/corn/andouille/shrimp/potato/onion/peppers boil outside on a Friday in August.

crab boil aug 2015


•August 7, 2015 • 4 Comments

So, it’s 1969 in Limestone Acres.

A dynamic year – Nixon inaugurated. Man on the moon! Viet Nam. Woodstock. Haight Ashbury. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Easy Rider.

I was eight and my sister was six.

We lived in a very quiet, conservative suburban community where kids rolled on bikes all summer long. The pool was 2 blocks away. I remember the first time a teenage boy (omg) referred to me in public as “Bosin!” I was horrified and delighted.

This post is a remembrance and a toast to Meg Glover.


She was a tall, slim, super white skinned, black haired beauty, about 15 years old. She and her sister wore long dresses – religious? I have no idea. Fashion? Doubt it. Yet – incredibly dramatic! It was rumored that they went to “charm school” – an item that my mother often used as a threat. She’d say “keep that up and you’ll have to go to charm school like Meg and Lisa Glover.” Horrors!! We heard they had to wear long white gloves and walk all day balancing telephone books on their heads. Big threat to us slackers. Being sent to charm school was the major fear for good girls like us in 1969.

But when she was hired as our babysitter, we couldn’t hide our excitement! Meg Glover, whoa! (How cool are we?)

On the first evening she came, she said “let’s make pizza!”


My sister, 6 years old, knew this was a danger – “we’re not allowed to use the oven!”

Meg looked at me, the eldest.

I shivered inside. “Yes, we can. Do it.”

She took four slices of white bread and squirted ketchup on them. Spread with a knife, and covered with a slice of American cheese – all of which, of course, were in the 1969 house refrigerator (white).

She put them in the OVEN.


And pulled them out ten minutes later.

Even though it tasted nothing like pizza…I loved it. It was the challenge, the risk, the courage to do it!

So tonight, when I came home after a long day and Kevin had two entire lots of tomatoes making spicy ketchup on the simmer, I knew what we were having for supper.

Yup. In honor of Meg Glover, we had “pizza”. It rocked. I didn’t even have to put in in the oven and melt the cheese to remember that moment of freedom, risk, choice.



Wherever you are, Meg Glover, know that you’re remembered. And babysitters, everywhere – change the scene UP! You’ll be appreciated forever.

Carol Kabler’s 100th Birthday

•August 1, 2015 • 3 Comments

On July 21st, Carol turned 100, and the Village of Claiborne celebrated. Her family and friends brought food and champagne, and the Village Hall was packed. Thanks to Jack Harrald’s excellent music selections, the Claiborne Chorale opened with “You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby” and that’s about when I started crying. Can you imagine being loved so much by so many people? A hundred years!

Of course Jim Richardson wrote a poem, and so did Anna, Carol’s great granddaughter, who delivered it with the poise and grace befitting the Kabler family. (I love that all the Claiborne kids are so comfortable on stage!) The men stripped down to t-shirts with a tuxedo screenprint and sang to her, with each then stepping up to give her a kiss and a rose (more tears. My heart about burst open at that point.) There was ukulele playing and delicious food (thanks, Mo, for making all those mini crabcakes!) and after it was all cleaned up we sat outside on the picnic tables, ate the rest of the food and drank all of the wine and champagne, telling tall tales and making up stories. A perfect summer evening in the village.

It was a centennial celebration and my heart is full as I write these words. Carol Kabler, you inspire us!

week at the creek

•July 22, 2015 • 3 Comments

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